Regina
Jeff was putting on a brave face. He told me it “didn’t hurt much” but I could see the pain etched in his face, I could hear it in the strain of his voice, and it was definitely evident in the slow, strained movement as he maneuvered his way from the car to the couch. He tried not to groan out loud as he lowered himself onto the cushions. Otis came and sniffed him all over, and whuffed his disapproval over the smells of the hospital and antiseptic. He then came back to my side and looked up at me imploringly, like he was asking me to make his master better.
I bustled around, bringing pillows to prop up his wrist and moving the footstool into place so that he could elevate his ankle as well. I then brought him a glass of iced water. I wrung my hands anxiously. “Are you hungr
